Third person POV:
The light of the barrier still glowed dimly above Elyndor's skyline when Lincoln first understood that peace never actually existed.
Standing where he was on the citadel's rooftop, he could see the glow spread across the horizon—a dome of light blue flame, complete once more after weeks of destruction. It ought to have been victory. It ought to have been the end.
But rather, it seemed the start of some other sort of tempest.
Ignivar sat quietly on the railing at his elbow, folded wings tight, eyes glowing with silence thought. Its flames were low, the hue of burning coals.
"You sense it, too," Lincoln said quietly, his voice rough with tiredness. "Something's amiss. The barrier is intact, but it's not at peace."
The phoenix tilt her head, releasing a soothing tick-h
